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<blockquote data-quote="Wik" data-source="post: 3645599" data-attributes="member: 40177">You quickly make your way to Carp avenue, after making some inquiries from the few passers-by you come across.&nbsp; Most of the shopkeepers, it seems, have looked up at the gathering gray clouds and decided they'd rather close up shop early today.When you come across Carp Avenue, you soon realize it's anything but.&nbsp; A long, winding alleyway that branches off Merchant's Avenue and connects to the docks, it lets in little in the way of natural light.&nbsp; Roughly in the centre of the &quot;avenue&quot; is a widened bit, almost like a waiting chamber in the middle of a hallway.This enclave is obviously used for trash storage - which is clear from the less-than-savoury fishy smell that emanates from the entire alleyway.&nbsp; As you stand at the lip of the alley, peering down, you can see large piles of trash in the &quot;chamber&quot; (maybe forty feet in).&nbsp; You also see a large, scarred man with a gray silken scarf covering his face.&nbsp; His arms, criss-crossed with half-healed scars, are sinewy and well-muscled.&nbsp; One milky eye stares out at the child (perhaps ten, eleven?) that he holds suspended about a foot above the ground.Three other rogues leer at the kid, making jabs at his sides with daggers.&nbsp; All of them are laughing, their hyena-like braying echoing off the stone walls.The child does his best to remain calm, although it is clear he is on the verge of tears.&nbsp; Several times he tries to kick the man that holds him, although the large thug is obviously quicker than he looks.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Wik, post: 3645599, member: 40177"] You quickly make your way to Carp avenue, after making some inquiries from the few passers-by you come across. Most of the shopkeepers, it seems, have looked up at the gathering gray clouds and decided they'd rather close up shop early today. When you come across Carp Avenue, you soon realize it's anything but. A long, winding alleyway that branches off Merchant's Avenue and connects to the docks, it lets in little in the way of natural light. Roughly in the centre of the "avenue" is a widened bit, almost like a waiting chamber in the middle of a hallway. This enclave is obviously used for trash storage - which is clear from the less-than-savoury fishy smell that emanates from the entire alleyway. As you stand at the lip of the alley, peering down, you can see large piles of trash in the "chamber" (maybe forty feet in). You also see a large, scarred man with a gray silken scarf covering his face. His arms, criss-crossed with half-healed scars, are sinewy and well-muscled. One milky eye stares out at the child (perhaps ten, eleven?) that he holds suspended about a foot above the ground. Three other rogues leer at the kid, making jabs at his sides with daggers. All of them are laughing, their hyena-like braying echoing off the stone walls. The child does his best to remain calm, although it is clear he is on the verge of tears. Several times he tries to kick the man that holds him, although the large thug is obviously quicker than he looks. [/QUOTE]

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